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letra de 2021 freestyle - karma mob

[intro – jenx2]
buck, should i get it?
house a-a-a-a-ca-a-a-at
huh, yeah, ay, yeah, yuh

[verse – jenx2 & brokie]
[?] like a [?]
20 messages from hoes wanna f-ck me
i know motivation, you ain’t even hungry
i got a halo but this sh-t ain’t bungie
50 [?] rolls in my lungs on the monthly
cough when i smoke ‘cus the muhf-ckin’ blunt mean
the squad and i stay showin’ off like a stunt team
not tryna cl!ck wit’ ya crew ‘cus you crusty
i’m not tryna cl!ck wit’ ya crew ‘cus you musty
i’m murderin’ lyrics, i’m lookin’ like bundy
i play wit’ them bricks, i feel like i’m [?]
i stay gettin’ checks, get a bag [?] monthly
got me a whip and i don’t even drive it
i got me a clique and we movin’ in silence
i stay with the blade like a muhf-ckin’ pirate
i’m so f-ckin’ high i can’t open my еyelids
i don’t even need to handout likе [?]
how the f-ck i pull up wit’ a christ-like fit
like guys, try this, open up ya eyelids
imma hit a mothaf-cka because i love violence
got water [?], smoke gas hybrids
imma send another missile like that sh-t was guided
b-tch, everybody cheerin’, gottem all excited
like i dont’ wanna talk [?] stick private
p-ssy, i don’t wanna talk if you never up in my private
you makin’ me suicidal whenever i hear yo’ giant ass
even when i mothaf-ckin’ [?]
i might take away yo’ ego with a feature on a track
i might take away yo’ shawty, you ain’t never get her back
i might take away yo’ father, imma take yo mama ass
i might f-ck up on yo’ daughter, i just hit it then i pass it to the homies
now she know me, i don’t know about her dad
imma hit it from the back
i get a bag as fast as brokie raps
i got a bag, it’s attached to my back
y’all f-ckers ain’t [?] runnin’ laps
y’all f-ckers ain’t even [?]
[?] f-ckers say that they workin’, they say they deservin’
but too busy smokin’ a strap
muhf-cka’s say i’m [?] so i’m reassurin’ i’m gonna leave you in the trash
housecat sh-t, [?]
got bit crushed vocals like my name is garbage
i stay runnin’ tracks, i ain’t talkin’ a sport b-tch
i keep me a forty, you rappers look dorky
b-tch, you the type i would’ve robbed like a year ago
run then i dip through the wall like a mirror, yo
housecat, mainstream, up on the stereo
sip me some tea while i’m yellin’ out (cheerio!)
imma sleep my whole life away, it wash away like rain
said i’m not bred to deal with all this all this wicked sh-t you say
you’re a sheep, throwin’ hissy-p-ssy fits, you all the same
imma knock your whole f-ckin’ family tree down, what a shame
[?] knock
why the f-ck you hit me up for some bread
on yo’ block, i might fill up on yo’ homies wit’ some lead
[?] top, shoutout kizzy, smoke that stizzy, now he dead
i might knock yo’ f-ckin’ face until it jumps off yo’ head
[outro – brokie]
i wouldn’t- i wouldn’t actually do that
yeah (issbrokie)

- karma mob

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